It was possible.
After all, in New York Nicholas was the type of man every socialite wanted to marry. It wasn’t strange if Evelyn had grown attached.
Just then Liam added a few more words.
“Sir, I think meeting Mrs. Drake is a rare blessing. Her health may be poor, but she’s gentle, thoughtful, innocent, and harmless. No schemes, no tricks, she’s genuinely on your side. You should treat her well.”
Nicholas didn’t respond.
He stood there thinking for a long time before leaving the study in silence and heading toward the master bedroom.
Meanwhile.
Evelyn carried her soft blanket to the sofa and spread it out.
She propped herself against a pillow, placed the gift box beside her, then picked up a bundle of soft thread and began weaving it with steady, careful hands.
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